Thursday, April 14, 2016

Dear Weary Soul....

Dear Weary Soul,
Maybe today hasn't lived up to what you thought it should.....and possibly today YOU didn't live up to what you knew you should?
And maybe it hasn't just been today, but maybe the last week, or month, or year. Does it feel like maybe your life hasn't turned out at all the way you wanted it to?
That maybe your dreams have dried up and blown away and you're a shriveled, shadowy version of yourself?

Maybe your to-do list is too long, and your days are too short.
Maybe your kids are bad, and so is your attitude.
Maybe you know you should stop reacting so quickly, but often the screams have erupted, the words were shouted, and only after your breathing has slowed do you even realize how harsh you've been.

Maybe the kids are sick, and the buckets keep filling, and the toilets need scrubbing, and the sheets need changing, and the washer needs to be run for the 40th load in a row.
Maybe you're tired of checking temperatures, and wiping noses, and cleaning little bums, and reading another round of every Dr. Seuss book you own.....which is all of them.
Maybe your little patients are whiny and cranky and won't be pacified, and they crawl into your bed at night and you all wake up in a puddle.
Maybe the only thing that seems to make sense is to lock yourself in the bathroom and cry and then eat that bag of chocolate chips you've been hiding in the back of the freezer.

Maybe your spouse is unwell, and you're afraid, and waiting for test results can feel like a 1000 year process, and you do and don't want to know what's wrong
Maybe it's your own health that can't seem to settle in a good place, and no matter what you do, you just don't "feel right" and the doctors don't seem to have a clue, and you've scared yourself with Googling your symptoms until you're pretty sure that you have every single rare disease in the world at the same time.

Maybe it's just a running list of little, seemingly inconsequential things that have slowly piled up until you feel like you're waiting for the avalanche to come sliding down.
Maybe it's the knocking under the hood of the car, or the weird rattling every time the refrigerator runs high, or the leak in your bathroom that are grating on your last nerve.
Maybe its the ants, or the cockroaches, or the mice, or the mosquitoes that won't just die already.

Maybe you don't know the next step to take, and you feel like you're living in limbo, and you just wish God would open a door wide, but it doesn't even feel as if He's listening at all.
Maybe your at your wit's end, hanging on to the end of the rope, staring at that empty bank account, and a stack of bills.

Maybe you're overbooked, and overscheduled, and over it all, and you don't know how to get out.
Maybe you're in a season of life that requires every ounce of you, and you've given and given until there is nothing left to give.
Maybe you see the mistakes you've made, but you just don't know how to start fixing them.

Maybe you're addicted to: video games, movies, your phone, coffee, chocolate, books, shopping, sleep, anything that lets you forget about your life.
Maybe you keep telling yourself it will all get better when ___________ happens, but deep down, you know that isn't really true.
Maybe you're ready to quit on a friendship, a child, your marriage, your calling, because it just feels too hard.

Maybe your tired of feeling like you are the only who is trying, that you've put in all of the effort, that somebody else should step up for a change.
Maybe you have been wronged and forgiven the offender almost 70x7 times, and they never seem to notice.
Maybe you've seen a relationship ripped apart, and only now can you see the areas you've failed, but the one you've failed doesn't want to forgive you.
Maybe you've been hurt, wronged, and the bitterness is there, snaking its destructive roots down deep into your heart.

Maybe your day has been chaos from beginning to end, full of headaches, and purple paint, and books scattered off of every shelf, and a rainstorm, and mud brought into the bedroom to "cook with", and a little one having an accident right on your lap, and multiple baths, and dirty dishes, and a sad soul, and a too-short devotional time, and a little one who wouldn't eat her supper, and hands thrown up in disgust.

Dear one, if any of those words describe your life in any way, then you are in the right place ~ a place of need. Because only when we come to the very end of ourselves do we find Jesus quietly waiting...strength for a broken body, truth for a battered mind, and rest for a weary soul.


  1. Beautifully written and such true words. Jesus is truly all we need. Thanks for sharing and encouraging. May God bless your day.